The training center’s in the woods where cell
reception isn’t good. Your slot you earned
bones, broken, scars, dislocated ankle
on beam, that labral tear from bars. You learned
submission your first day of gym. Ignore
the pain; to coaches, listen, body mute
at five years old. Texas deployed, a corps
of teens for gold. Physician, absolute
rule, wheels you in, post a crash landing vault,
Your knee hyperextended. His eyes shut,
fingers inside — these special treatments mass assaults
for twenty years officials hide — for what?
Young bodies sacrificed, gold medals, games
reclaimed in court each girl who speaks his name.